CROSS-EYED CHARLEY.

Just a few days ago I saw the news from Iraq---a team of Army/Marine snipers were posted in and around Turquit (sp), Saddam's birthplace. I wondered to myself, what in the hell were those poor guys, "RULES OF ENGAGEMENT"--chances are seeing the whites of their eyes wouldn't apply, but some strange damn rules the worked in their targets favor---remember those Rules, Troops---reminds me of the story oft told about some Viet Cong hoodlums having this captured marine buried in the sand--only his head sticking out, and they siced this mongrel dog of theirs on the marine---the dog had torn the marines ear off, chopped his head and scalp very badly---the dog made a charge and the marine parried and thrusted and tore the old mongrels testicles clean off his body---the Dink in Charge screamed, "FIGHT FAIR F-----G MARINE"!!!! Yeah, gott'a make your own rules at times---wing it!!! Chief

It was a serious situation--deathly serious. It was a comical situation---deathly comical.
It was necessary to separate the two situations, to ascertain either one. Can men find
any humor when death is nigh, those of course being normal men, with the pyhsical
and spiritual outlooks on life that makes them normal, as we recognize normality. As
stories seem to evolve, this particular story was related to me the first time as if it had
actually happened to the teller. Then the second time I heard the story, it was another
first hand account, and the third time and so on. But isn?t that the way stories become?
I bet you have heard that old story related by someone you knew, you know that one
where the Marine was dating this girl. Oh, but she was ?a real hot number?. Finally,
when he was invited to her parents house for Sunday dinner, her Father turned out to
be the minister of the local Baptist Church. Sure you?ve heard that one--the Marine is
trying to put his best foot foward to the family, and asks so unpretentiously ?PLEASE PASS
THE F------G BUTTER!!!!? That is an old classic I have heard so many times over the years.
I have always chuckled when it was related to me, for the situations of which I spoke
before, is similar to this one, be it deathly serious or deathly comical.
In 1968, during the siege of Khe Sanh South Vietnam, the U.S. Marines were the
besieged, and the opposing forces were a mish-mash of North Vietnamese Army (NVA)
forces and civilian fighters called Viet Cong. It was a hellish situation up there near the
border, with many men dying and being wounded on both sides. Ground probes by
the NVA and the Cong, and then followed with counter-attacks by the Marines--back
and forth--give and take. Air strikes with heavy B-52 bombers called ARC-LIGHTS or
close air support with fighter-bombers like the F-4 Phantoms were the Americans
Ace-in-the-Hole. Countless and never-ending aerial operations with helicopters
provided the Marines with supplies and support. There was a motto used offhandedly,
BEANS AND BULLETS IN---BODIES OUT. Oh yes, back to the serious/comical story. At Khe
Sanh, there were snipers, Marine snipers and NVA snipers. Both sides had their snipers
and there were ?confirmed kills? on both sides. The story, as related to me, was that the
sniping operations run in kind of a set pattern--?to serve, and then be served up to?--you
know, the give and take affair. The Marines always had targets, but the Marines never
wanted to be the target. If some Charlie got lucky, there was a really a concerted
effort by the Marines to determine where the enemy sniper was, and then destroy him
with whatever means---search out and kill him clandestinely, or to call in a massive air
strike even. These sieges by the snipers really didn?t last that long, however when
you?re getting shot at by someone you can?t see, once is too often, and a few seconds
can be too long of time. This is where the story gets comical, or at least to my way of
thinking, and I think to the tellers thinking too. One day the Khe Sanh Marine area
started being sniped on. Of course the troops took cover in a very rapid fashion, and
while under cover, observed the sniper who would come to be tagged as CROSS-EYED
CHARLIE, as he delivered methodical but very inaccurate fire upon the Marines camp.
It was related by the teller, who was right there and seen it all everytime, that rounds
impacted all over the camp---this CROSS-EYED CHARLIE couldn?t hit a hay barn with
the doors shut. Next day old CROSS-EYED CHARLIE was back, firing in the same ?can?t
hit anything fashion?. Marines called the weapon old C-E-C was using as an 7.62 SKS.
The determined that by the sound of the crack and the thud of the round impacting.
Or that?s how the story goes. The Marines talked it over and concluded that Old C-E-C
must have a motive for his lousy marksmanship---hell, no rifleman can be that bad, let
alone a sniper. ?Leave him alone---no counter-fire to take him out?--- that was
reasoned by the Marine Colonel. Just think, if the Marines don?t kill Old C-E-C, a
better marksman won?t come to replace him---?let him grow old shooting holes in the
sky?. Deathly serious or deathly comical---it would just become another oft-told story of
the war, and the men of the war, who were called on to be there in that armpit of the
world during those terrible times. I was not there at Khe Sanh then, but the story
become so much of a classic, I could find myself slipping easily into a first-hand
account. I went to Khe Sanh Easter Sunday, 1968, with our battalion Chaplain. He had
been called on to conduct services there that Holy Day. Easter Sunday 1968, was
another one of the many truces set up by the black coated statemsmen in Paris. There
were some truces that held, however most didn?t, caused by infractions on both sides.
Shortly after Easter, the seige was lifted on Khe Sanh by troops of the 1st Air Cav., and a
relief column called OPERATION PEGESUS, took over from the battle weary Marines. I
have heard this sniper story told so many times about Old CROSS-EYED-CHARLIE---the
Marines used to quip, he always hit was he was aiming at, but you know with the eye
impediment, the cross eyes and all, that the tip of Charlie?s nose was his sight picture,
and the whole damn sky was Old Charlie's target. Wilborn